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When by a tumult we were overtaken��
In the same way as he is who perceives
The boar and chase approaching to his stand��
Who hears the crashing of the beasts and branches��
And two behold� �upon our left´hand side��
Naked and scratched�察�fleeing so furiously��
That of the forest�察�every fan they broke。
He who was in advance�此 �Now help�察�Death�察�help� �
And the other one�察�who seemed to lag too much��
Was shouting�此 �Lano�察�were not so alert
Those legs of thine at joustings of the Toppo� �
And then�察�perchance because his breath was failing��
He grouped himself together with a bush。
Behind them was the forest full of black
She´mastiffs�察�ravenous�察�and swift of foot
As greyhounds�察�who are issuing from the chain。
On him who had crouched down they set their teeth��
And him they lacerated piece by piece��
Thereafter bore away those aching members。
Thereat my Escort took me by the hand��
And led me to the bush�察�that all in vain
Was weeping from its bloody lacerations。
;O Jacopo�察─�it said�察 �of Sant' Andrea��
What helped it thee of me to make a screen��
What blame have I in thy nefarious life�拭�
When near him had the Master stayed his steps��
He said�此 �Who wast thou�察�that through wounds so many
Art blowing out with blood thy dolorous speech�拭�
And he to us�此 �O souls�察�that hither come
To look upon the shameful massacre
That has so rent away from me my leaves��
Gather them up beneath the dismal bush��
I of that city was which to the Baptist
Changed its first patron�察�wherefore he for this
Forever with his art will make it sad。
And were it not that on the pass of Arno
Some glimpses of him are remaining still��
Those citizens�察�who afterwards rebuilt it
Upon the ashes left by Attila��
In vain had caused their labour to be done。
Of my own house I made myself a gibbet。;
Inferno�此�Canto XIV
Because the charity of my native place
Constrained me�察�gathered I the scattered leaves��
And gave them back to him�察�who now was hoarse。
Then came we to the confine�察�where disparted
The second round is from the third�察�and where
A horrible form of Justice is beheld。
Clearly to manifest these novel things��
I say that we arrived upon a plain��
Which from its bed rejecteth every plant��
The dolorous forest is a garland to it
All round about�察�as the sad moat to that��
There close upon the edge we stayed our feet。
The soil was of an arid and thick sand��
Not of another fashion made than that
Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed。
Vengeance of God�察�O how much oughtest thou
By each one to be dreaded�察�who doth read
That which was manifest unto mine eyes��
Of naked souls beheld I many herds��
Who all were weeping very miserably��
And over them seemed set a law diverse。
Supine upon the ground some folk were lying��
And some were sitting all drawn up together��
And others went about continually。
Those who were going round were far the more��
And those were less who lay down to their torment��
But had their tongues more loosed to lamentation。
O'er all the sand´waste�察�with a gradual fall��
Were raining down dilated flakes of fire��
As of the snow on Alp without a wind。
As Alexander�察�in those torrid parts
Of India�察�beheld upon his host
Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground。
Whence he provided with his phalanxes
To trample down the soil�察�because the vapour
Better extinguished was while it was single��
Thus was descending the eternal heat��
Whereby the sand was set on fire�察�like tinder
Beneath the steel�察�for doubling of the dole。
Without repose forever was the dance
Of miserable hands�察�now there�察�now here��
Shaking away from off them the fresh gleeds。
;Master�察─�began I�察 �thou who overcomest
All things except the demons dire�察�that issued
Against us at the entrance of the gate��
Who is that mighty one who seems to heed not
The fire�察�and lieth lowering and disdainful��
So that the rain seems not to ripen him�拭�
And he himself�察�who had become aware
That I was questioning my Guide about him��
Cried�此 �Such as I was living�察�am I�察�dead。
If Jove should weary out his smith�察�from whom
He seized in anger the sharp thunderbolt��
Wherewith upon the last day I was smitten��
And if he wearied out by turns the others
In Mongibello at the swarthy forge��
Vociferating�察�'Help�察�good Vulcan�察�help��'
Even as he did there at the fight of Phlegra��
And shot his bolts at me with all his might��
He would not have thereby a joyous vengeance。;
Then did my Leader speak with such great force��
That I had never heard him speak so loud��
;O Capaneus�察�in that is not extinguished
Thine arrogance�察�thou punished art the more��
Not any torment�察�saving thine own rage��
Would be unto thy fury pain complete。;
Then he turned round to me with better lip��
Saying�此 �One of the Seven Kings was he
Who Thebes besieged�察�and held�察�and seems to hold
God in disdain�察�and little seems to prize him��
But�察�as I said to him�察�his own despites
Are for his breast the fittest ornaments。
Now follow me�察�and mind thou do not place
As yet thy feet upon the burning sand��
But always keep them close unto the wood。;
Speaking no word�察�we came to where there gushes
Forth from the wood a little rivulet��
Whose redness makes my hair still stand on end。
As from the Bulicame springs the brooklet��
The sinful women later share among them��
So downward through the sand it went its way。
The bottom of it�察�and both sloping banks��
Were made of stone�察�and the margins at the side��
Whence I perceived that there the passage was。
;In all the rest which I have shown to thee
Since we have entered in within the gate
Whose threshold unto no one is denied��
Nothing has been discovered by thine eyes
So notable as is the present river��
Which all the little flames above it quenches。;
These words were of my Leader�察�whence I prayed him
That he would give me largess of the food��
For which he had given me largess of desire。
;In the mid´sea there sits a wasted land�察�
Said he thereafterward�察 �whose name is Crete��
Under whose king the world of old was chaste。
There is a mountain there�察�that once was glad
With waters and with leaves�察�which was called Ida��
Now 'tis deserted�察�as a thing worn out。
Rhea once chose it for the faithful cradle
Of her own son�察�and to conceal him better��
Whene'er he cried�察�she there had clamours made。
A grand old man stands in the mount erect��
Who holds his shoulders turned tow'rds Damietta��
And looks at Rome as if it were his mirror。
His head is fashioned of refined gold��
And of pure silver are the arms and breast��
Then he is brass as far down as the fork。
From that point downward all is chosen iron��
Save that the right foot is of kiln´baked clay��
And more he stands on that than on the other。
Each part�察�except the gold�察�is by a fissure
Asunder cleft�察�that dripping is with tears��
Which gathered together perforate that cavern。
From rock to rock they fall into this valley��
Acheron�察�Styx�察�and Phlegethon they form��
Then downward go along this narrow sluice
Unto that point where is no more descending。
They form Cocytus�察�what that pool may be
Thou shalt behold�察�so here 'tis not narrated。;
And I to him�此 �If so the present runnel
Doth take its rise in this way from our world��
Why only on this verge appears it to us�拭�
And he to me�此 �Thou knowest the place is round��
And notwithstanding thou hast journeyed far��
Still to the left descending to the bottom��
Thou hast not yet through all the circle turned。
Therefore if something new appear to us��
It should not bring amazement to thy face。;
And I again�此 �Master�察�where shall be found
Lethe and Phlegethon�察�for of one thou'rt silent��
And sayest the other of this rain is made�拭�
;In all thy questions truly thou dost please me�察�
Replied he�察 �but the boiling of the red
Water might well solve one of them thou makest。
Thou shalt see Lethe�察�but outside this moat��
There where the souls repair to lave themselves��
When sin repented of has been removed。;
Then said he�此 �It is time now to abandon
The wood�察�take heed that thou come after me��
A way the margins make that are not burning��
And over them all vapours are extinguished。;
Inferno�此�Canto XV
Now bears us onward one of the hard margins��
And so the brooklet's mist o'ershadows it��
From fire it saves the water and the dikes。
Even as the Flemings�察�'twixt Cadsand and Bruges��
Fearing the flood that tow'rds them hurls itself��
Their bulwarks build to put the sea to flight��
And as the Paduans along the Brenta��
To guard their villas and their villages��
Or ever Chiarentana feel the heat��
In such similitude had those been made��
Albeit not so lofty nor so thick��
Whoever he might be�察�the master made them。
Now were we from the forest so remote��
I could not have discovered where it was��
Even if backward I had turned myself��
When we a company of souls encountered��
Who came beside the dike�察�and every one
Gazed at us�察�as at evening we are wont
To eye each other under a new moon��
And so towards us sharpened they their brows
As an old tailor at the needle's eye。
Thus scrutinised by such a family��
By some one I was recognised�察�who seized
My garment's hem�察�and cried out�察 �What a marvel� �
And I�察�when he stretched forth his arm to me��
On his baked aspect fastened so mine eyes��
That the scorched countenance prevented not
His recognition by my intellect��
And bowing down my face unto his own��
I made reply�察 �Are you here�察�Ser Brunetto�拭�
And he�此 �May't not displease thee�察�O my son��
If a brief space with thee Brunetto Latini
Backward return and let the trail go on。;
I said to him�此 �With all my power I ask it��
And if you wish me to sit down with you��
I will�察�if he please�察�for I go with him。;
;O son�察─�he said�察 �whoever of this herd
A moment stops�察�lies then a hundred years��
Nor fans himself when smiteth him the fire。
Therefore go on�察�I at thy skirts will come��
And afterward will I rejoin my band��
Which goes lamenting its eternal doom。;
I did not dare to go down from the road
Level to walk with him�察�but my head bowed
I held as one who goeth reverently。
And he began�此 �What fortune or what fate
Before the last day leadeth thee down here��
And who is this that showeth thee the way�拭�
;Up there above us in the life serene�察�
I answered him�察 �I lost me in a valley��
Or ever yet my age had been completed。
But yestermorn I turned my back upon it��
This one appeared to me�察�returning thither��
And homeward leadeth me along this road。;
And he to me�此 �If thou thy star do follow��
Thou canst not fail thee of a glorious port��
If well I judged in the life beautiful。
And if I had not died so prematurely��
Seeing Heaven thus benignant unto thee��
I would have given thee comfort in the work。
But that ungrateful and malignant people��
Which of old time from Fesole descended��
And smacks still of the mountain and the granite��
Will make itself�察�for thy good deeds�察�thy